BICYCLES FOR THE FUN AND GLORY OF ALL HUMANKIND.

The Ace bit into the tarmac. It didn’t corner, it carved. We slingshotted out the other side, holding on to so much speed that the bend was behind us before I could think much more about it. But I like to believe that in a hard turn on some quiet country road in eastern Pennsylvania, visible to no one but me, my line is still there.